I knew it was only a matter of time before the fucker showed up here. I just expected him to be a little less bull in a china shop and a little more trained assassin about it.
“Three,” he whispered before going deathly still. He wasn’t dead this time either, though. At least I didn’t think so. Gabby was the only one who could tell us for sure. Like I said, drugs and poisons were her specialty, not mine.
Vee stepped out from around a corner, her arms crossed and the front of her shoe tapping against the carpet. She didn’t need to do that to tell us she was getting impatient. Her face did that for her.
I could also feel her side-eyeing me. She glanced from Gabby, back in my direction. “I’m assuming there’s a good reason you two took so long to knock him out?”
Gabby shrugged. “They’ve been fucking for weeks. I wanted to see what all the fuss was about.”
I shot Gabby a nasty glare that probably matched the one Vee was shooting me right now and opened my mouth to argue or lie.
Vee waved a hand to stop me, probably because she knew I was gonnaargue or lieand she wasn’t in the mood to hear either. “I don’t wanna know.” She jutted her chin towards the floor. “Just get him up.”
I grabbed one arm, mumbling under my breath as Gabby grabbed the other. Then we slowly dragged him out of the hallway into the closest empty office.
A few minutes later, we had him propped up on a rolling chair, his arms secured behind his back and his legs duct-taped together at the ankle.
“How long before he wakes up?” Vee asked.
Gabby shrugged. “Depends on his tolerance. Propofol is short-acting, should only last about ten to fifteen minutes unless readministered.”
“And if we need to readminister?” Vee cocked a curious brow, and Gabby pulled a syringe out of her pocket, flicking it a few times with a red-tipped nail.
“Just give me the word.”
“Not yet,” Vee hummed, her shoe tapping again without her seeming to realize it. “I wanna hear what he has to say first.”
CHAPTER THIRTY-SEVEN
CASPER
“Why isn’t he awake yet?”Maybe he is and he just doesn’t want you to know it.
“I don’t know.”Come on.Yes, you do.
“You sure you got the dosage right?”Now wouldn’t that be ironic?Trying to knock a guy out and accidentally killin’ him?“Don’t look at me like that. Everyone makes mistakes.”Ouch, probably not the best thing to say,kotyonok.
“Like you, when you fucked your mark instead of killing him?”See? Told ya.
“Fuck you.”
“No,fuck you, Bells.”
“Girls! Enough.” An exaggerated breath. In through the nose and out through the mouth in a hiss. Dommy Mommy was two seconds away from pulling over and turning this car around if my friends here didn’t learn to get along. “He’s faking it,” she sighed.
“What do you mean?” Bellatrix asked at the same time the other girl grunted, “Asshole.”
My lips quirked and I peeked an eye open. “You got me.”
Bellatrix closed the distance, lifting a hand and using the backside to crack me across the jaw. The ring on her middle finger cutting into the side of my nose. “Fucking prick.”
I grinned and licked at the fresh drop of blood trickling down from my nostril to my lips. My mask was gone. Suppose I really didn’t need it now that everyone was getting to know each other.
“Aw, were you worried about me, baby girl?” I asked her.
When she didn’t answer, I lowered my bound feet to the floor, pushing off the carpet and forcing the desk chair to do a few rotations before facing her again.
As soon as I stopped moving and she looked twice as pissed off and three times as hot because of it, I cocked an eyebrow. “Pretty sure I know a couple of pornos that started out like this.” I spread my thighs as far as they would go with my ankles stuck together with what seemed to be an entire roll of silver duct tape.Overkill much?“Go on, ladies. Have your way with me. Promise not to fight you too much… unless that’s how you like it?”
